A Year of Poems – Day 182

To seek is the main thing.
Ever striving towards the goal.
For there is a goal,

Though most have only glimpsed it
For one clear moment
Breaking in upon the clouds.

All that remains is to follow the rope
Like sailors grasping for an anchor we cannot see.
It still remains fastened safe within the deep.

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